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After the initial surprise, Liu Qingxi was able to accept the situation calmly. Faced with such a huge temptation of money, would she lose her true self?
Of course not. This unexpected wealth always felt like something that wasn't earned through her own efforts. It only brought temporary satisfaction; only through personal experience could one truly feel that indescribable joy.
After all, she was in her twenties, having gone through significant events in life, though she had never seen so much money before.
As an urban white-collar worker, the most money she had ever handled at once was for a down payment on a house.
Sigh, how speechless...
But she was just an ordinary person, living a simple life, and finding happiness in achieving what she wanted through her own efforts.
In the Yang Family Courtyard, Yang Yichen was reading the latest letter that had arrived.
The back courtyard was in complete disarray. When he noticed a particular section, Yang Yichen suddenly smiled. He wondered how Yang Bingshan would react when she learned the truth.
He felt a strange anticipation for that woman he held dear, the one who had protected both him and his mother; she was not as harmless as he had imagined.
Poor Yang Bingshan, so proud of herself, could never have expected to stumble over the very woman she cherished most.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed. News in town became more and more satisfying each day. Yang's Tavern did its utmost to promote itself and finally saw some results, but in reality, it was losing money while making noise.
Meanwhile, the remote Ten Li Pu began to liven up as families started preparing busily.
The icy snow could not dampen people's love for the New Year or their hopes for the coming year.
This stood in stark contrast to the lifeless and oppressive atmosphere of the Yang Residence.
Families with better conditions took out their early preparations to make new clothes for their children. Those with slightly worse conditions would pull out newer clothes, wash them clean; in any case, they aimed to wear their best for the New Year.
In the distance, several children sat on oddly shaped carts, laughing and pushing forward.
As they approached, it became clear that the structure was made of several wooden planks and square wooden sticks, with a thick wooden board at the bottom tightly connected to the upper square wooden sticks using mortise and tenon joints.
The child sitting on top held two handrails nailed with iron nails, using them like crutches to balance their body.
"Hurry up, hurry up! Hahaha, this is fun!" The child in the cart wore a blue cotton jacket, and their thick hat had two tufts of white fur, making their rosy cheeks even cuter.
A few children behind pushed hard, and the cart, along with the person on it, slid forward suddenly due to the friction of the packed snow!
The kids in the cart laughed heartily. One lost their balance and fell to the ground but didn’t cry; they just dusted off their bottom and stood up!
"Yan, you fell! It's our turn now!" One noticeably bigger child came over to take their place!
"Sure, sure! Go ahead!" The child didn’t throw a tantrum and really handed over the balancing pole to the next person.
The cart these children were playing with was delivered by Yang Yichen a few days ago. During ice skating, Liu Qingxi almost fell, and Yang Yichen had suggested it.
They thought it was just a suggestion; who knew he would actually bring an ice cart? It was much more fun than skating directly!
The children were thrilled. Each took a turn; anyone who couldn’t maintain balance and fell had to get off and let someone else take over.
Time passed like this, and the children's enthusiasm showed no signs of waning. Every morning they would gather to play for a while until their parents came to call them home for dinner!
Just then, several women walked over briskly, accompanied by loud calls: "Er Zhuzi, it's time to go home for dinner!"
"Dog Boy, it's time to go home!"
The reluctant children truly didn’t want to leave. Zhang Erzhu quickly sat back in the ice cart and urged his friends: "Hurry up! Let me play one more time before we go!"
Liu Qingyan stood behind him with a big smile and gave a strong push, causing the ice cart to slide forward suddenly, repeating this playful cycle.
As the exchanged voices grew closer, Mrs. Liu stood before him, saying, "You little rascal, I've called you so many times to come home, and you still don't know to return. Do you have to be caught before you listen?"
Liu angrily stepped forward and grabbed Er Zhuzi's ear.
"Ouch, Mom, that hurts! Be gentle!"
"Be gentle? You don't even know to come home; I think you need a good beating!"
Pulling and twisting away from Liu, Er Zhuzi managed to escape, leaving behind a group of giggling children.
Er Zhuzi glanced back and, taking advantage of Liu's momentary distraction, slipped away from under her arm and dashed off like a rabbit, disappearing in an instant!
Liu laughed and scolded; she didn't really intend to hit him. It was just a playful joke to scare her mischievous son!
With that, the village echoed with calls for children to come home for dinner, and the kids who had been playing all morning gradually left one by one.
In Liu Qingxi's courtyard
Since the first heavy snowfall, there had been two more snowfalls in between. The snowflakes that were gradually melting had piled up again. It took some time to clear the accumulated snow from the courtyard!
At the entrance, the two-meter-high snowman had shrunk to about the height of a person as it sublimated in the air.
Liu Qingyan dragged her ice sled along, sliding as she walked. Just as Liu Qingxi was about to step out to call her, he saw Kid balancing on the sled with one foot on it and the other on the ground, gliding like on a skateboard.
"Are you tired? Is it cold?"
"Sister, I'm not tired at all; it's so much fun! Er Zhuzi was called away by his mom a long time ago, so I played for a bit longer!"
"Without school, you're really going wild! Are you not going to review your homework?" With New Year approaching, Yang Yichen had given Liu Qingyan a holiday!
For three months, the kids have been attending classes diligently, like kites set free, running everywhere without a care. Their figures can be seen all around the village and outside it!
In the vast expanse of white snow, the village, covered by heavy snowfall, reveals its pointed rooftops. Wisps of smoke rise gently and then gradually fade away, while delicious aromas waft from the yard where the snowman stands guard.
"Sister, is there good food during the New Year?" Liu Qingyan asked while playing today. He heard from Er Zhuzi and others that there are many delicious treats every year during the New Year.
There are fried meatballs, meat buns, and sweet buns filled with red bean paste—delicacies that are usually hard to come by.
As for Liu Qingyan, he has no distinct memories of past New Years; to him, they seemed no different from ordinary days. Even if there were tasty foods, they were always shared among the First Branch and Second House. For them, just being able to eat their fill was already a great blessing.
So he is filled with anticipation for the New Year his companions speak of.
Without the original owner's memories, Liu Qingxi does not know how past New Years were celebrated, but from Wang's character, he knows it must not have been pleasant.
"Of course there will be good food! Whatever you want to eat, we will prepare it. How about that?"
Poor child, so used to being mistreated that this little bit of expectation means so much!
"And not only good food, but also new clothes!"
"Really?" Liu Qingyan blinked his big eyes in disbelief and surprise.
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